Page 128 of Elevator Pitch

I need to have her now.

“Bend over and grab your ankles, baby.”

Her eyes widen in surprise as I vacate my seat, holding out my hand to ease her off the floor and in front of me. I force my pants down my legs and roll on the condom.

“Give me a color.”

“Green,” she coos while bending over, gripping her ankles. I salivate at the sight of her slick thighs and drenched pussy on display for me.

“No panties?”

“You keep stealing them, so what’s the point in wearing any?”

“Good answer.”

I dig my fingers into her hips, holding her close to me. I align myself with her dripping core, teasing her until she whines. I chuckle before sliding into her. The little gasp that escapes her drives me wild. I sink inside her fully, keeping my hold on her hips when I stop abruptly and pull out. She huffs in response, granting a smack on that perfect ass and she moans like the dirty girl she is.

I glance over at my monitor, ensuring everything is still muted as I left it. My team is still droning on and on, handling things well in my absence. Growing impatient, she shakes her ass on me and I slam back in, filling her to the hilt.

She squeals, gripping her ankles harder as I pound into her relentlessly.

“Right there. Fuck,” she orders in quick breaths.

Her palms travel to the floor for leverage when she throws her ass against my hips.

“You take that dick so fucking well. Fuck me back.”

She flattens her hands on the floor and slams her ass into my hips repeatedly, meeting my thrusts.

“Are you going to come with me, baby?”

“Y-Yes.”

When I feel her pussy tighten around me, I smack her ass, sending her over the edge. I follow, my vision tunnels and I’m roaring her name. I come down with the realization that I am in the middle of a workday and am still in no rush to pull out and get back to work. I peek at my monitor again and everything as it should be. The meeting is still going on and I have a few more minutes before the Q and A starts. I pull up my pants and hold her upright when I slip out of her.

“C’mon, Sunflower,” I urge, picking her up and carrying her to the bathroom.

She wraps her legs around me, nestling her head into my neck. I set her on the bathroom counter to clean us both up, peppering kisses on her damp skin. She wraps her arms around my neck and her mouth is on mine while I carry her to bed. She’s done with work for the day and I’ll be off soon. I want nothing more than to be in this bed holding her. I force myself to break the kiss and lay her down on the bed. She pouts as expected.

“I’ll be back as soon as I’m done, baby.”

I press a kiss to her forehead, staring admiringly, “you were such a good girl for me.”

She purses her lips, pulling over the covers.

“I’m always a good girl.You’vebeen a bad boy today. Now, get back to work.”

I scrunch up my face. “Always a good girl?”

She snorts and tosses a pillow at me, I duck. “Shut up and go to work.”

“Alright. Alright,” I chuckle.

I check myself in the mirror on the way back to my desk torejoin the meeting. I’m back a bit early. I chug from my water bottle and turn my camera on. Nobody notices a thing and the rest of the meeting runs smoothly. Once I wrap up for the day, I run upstairs to feed Peach and climb in bed with Selah for a nap. Before today, I hardly worked from home but doing it with her felt goodand not just because of the sex. I think Dr. Pierson was right. It feels like for once I could have the successandthe girl. I suppose I could work from home more often. It sure has its perks.

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deja vu

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